Bleeding roses 

She bites her lips 

Bleeding roses 

The lies that colour your teeth 

Is it love that you feel 

Or her skin that you need?
Sharp eyes, 

No deceit 

Trace your feet 

For there’s no life for you, 

In her peace. 
Paulo.

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